It's just like ugh i wasn't raped i was 11, i knew what i was doing, he was 16, he didn't do much, why do i have to make a bigger deal out of it, i hate having feelings about it, it should not affect me, it's not molestation right? i don't know, i feel it was wrong but i'm so confused, the fun memories are intangled with the bad, we were friends, all of us, the rest of you knew what was going on, you were the older ones why didn't you try to stop it, why didn't i try to stop it, does an 11 year old know what's right and wrong, i wanted it or atleast i thought i did, everytime i see his house 2 doors down, i cringe, if he was ever outside i'd run in the house, but why? embarrasment maybe, because the police got involved?, or am i scared, how is that possible, he was never violent, never forced anything, atleast not really, i went with it, then 5 years later almost get him into huge trouble for no reason?, he's moving, i'm glad, i just don't know what to think or feel, he did it to my sister and friend to, so did his friend, they were 12-13, is that old enough? are they secretly scarred and won't talk about it?, this should not affect me! yet it does so why?